Femlandia

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Overall I loved the premise of the book but I found it didn't quite deliver in the same way as the previous two novels.

I don't think I ever realized until now how uptight we city women are—or were—how we constantly, incessantly protect ourselves by keeping our heads bent down at our phones or by examining an imagined hangnail, our subconsciouses expecting danger lurking around every corner. They curse for the fifth time on this early-May morning and push the pillow-topped Tempur-Pedic slab into the last remaining space while Emma and I watch from the porch. With gas at twenty bucks a gallon-and that was last week when the pumps were still flowing-the Mazda wasn't really a car anymore, only a couple of leather seats on wheels, a static jumble of metal and wires that wasn't going anywhere. I did not think that this book followed those rules and therefore leaves the reader disappointed and feeling that something was missing.

The effect is often like a television show using commercial breaks to artificially increase tension, and Femlandia tangles up its own pacing by throwing in flashbacks and digression that derail its momentum; it’s not clear until the very end of the novel that Miranda doesn’t know the information revealed in Win’s backstory.

A chilling look into an alternate near future where a woman and her daughter seek refuge in a women-only colony, only to find that the safe haven they were hoping for is the most dangerous place they could be. They are entirely self-sufficient and are cut off from the outside world, thus are not effected by the issues the wider that society is facing.

This novel looks at the lives of Win and Miranda, of issues surrounding motherhood, pregnancy and cults. When I think of last year, of Nick bringing me breakfast in bed and showering me with two dozen yellow roses, I die a little on the inside. The 103 third parties who use cookies on this service do so for their purposes of displaying and measuring personalized ads, generating audience insights, and developing and improving products. There are lots of stories out there that explore what society might look like without the framework of patriarchy; unfortunately this isn’t one of the better ones. Miranda Reynold’s 20 years long husband Nick couldn’t choose the worst time to leave her and their sixteen years old daughter Emma behind by texting her he’s sorry, siphoning their savings and driving the Maserati coupe off the side of the mountain.

It is boring, predictable and just shows how disconnected she is from whom I am fairly certain will be many of her readers. And again, this is a position the novel reinforces, rather than subverts or examines: Femlandia proves to be even worse than Miranda imagined, rooted in a cultish lust for power and engaged in horrific atrocities. There were a few rooms there, emergency pit stops for veterinarians who needed to monitor the primate house. Women know why we are scared of men, what men can do but sometimes we forgot that women are just as scary. For all ebook purchases, you will be prompted to create an account or login with your existing HarperCollins username and password.Some rather nasty and predictable comments about transwomen follow, and then the whole subject is dropped and never mentioned again. Femlandia, Christina Dalcher's third novel, ends up being both misogynistic and misanthropic, with a bit of lesbophobia thrown in for good measure.